It was many years ago, in a little town in the mid west, that there lived a young lad whose given name was Bill.
Bill had an older sister that was mean to the core.
But she did have one passion, dolls! She loved to make their clothes from patterns she designed herself.
Trouble was, she needed a model that would let her see if the dress would look right on a real person. At last she hit upon the solution, she would make Bill stand in for the dolls.

Now, what started as a simple solution to a problem, got working through her twisted mind, and she soon was making wigs that would fit her brother Bill. And she would paint his face with makeup till she had created her very own life size doll.

Bill hated every second he had to endure as his sister's real life doll. He would hide everytime he'd hear a mouse run across that attic floor, so afraid it would be one of their parents.
On the rare times that a parent would come looking for them, she would hide Bill in the big old chest that once belong to their grandmother.

One day, as she was trying a new dress on Bill, they heard the creak of the stairs. "Quick," she told Bill. "Get into the chest, and I'll tell you when you can come out."

Her mother had wanted her to go and check on her Aunt that lived just two doors down, and had been sick.
Not one to ever obey her parents warning, she once again walked on top of the fence that ran around her Aunt's house. Sure enough, she missed her footing, and landed the wrong way.
The doctor assured the grief srticken parents that she suffered no pain.

As they arrived back at the house, they called out for Bill, but got no response.
No one knew where he was, or that the latch to the chest had locked when his sister closed the lid. And she couldn't tell them where he was.

Months later, when they did find Bill by chance, they was shock by the full size doll clothes he was wearing.
But they decided that if that was how he really wanted to dress, then they would bury him in the same clothes.

So lying there in his coffin, laid Bill in full doll dress and makeup. To remain like that for all time.

Those that know such things, say that is how dolls first got their curse. That when you feel a doll looking at you, or trying to move, it's the spirit of Bill, trying in death, to do what he couldn't do in life stuck in that air tight chest. To get someone's attention.